Wednesday, September 25, 2013

I want my pink clouds, purple rain and rainbow puddles now

The white cloud wanders,
Yearning for some damp
To come back and touch the earth
As rain

The fuchsia shrugs
Away the raindrops
To glisten once more right next to the purple

The tumultuous thoughts
In frenzied turmoil
She sidesteps yet another

Monday, July 22, 2013

Monsoon Sky -

Raindrops tattooing,
Patterns on the sea.
Raging waves,
Wiping each one, 

Thursday, July 18, 2013

An Old Poem

I stumble upon an old poem,
The paper so yellowed,
Telling me much time has gone by.
A little frayed along the edges,
Like the emotions it carried.

I caress the brittle pieces,
The ink fading in places,
Like the memories it held.
All the lines along the fold,
Looking tired from the years.

I feel the yellowing paper,
Almost crumpling in my hands,
Like the feelings so fragile.
Perhaps, to relive once more,
All those unresolved sentiments. 

I read the words I’d written,
My fears and wishes from old,
A smile plays on my lips.
As I scroll to the bottom,
I love myself a little bit more.